The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-02

fortune or Gib,ON to his widow.
During this interval, however, the Duchess
OF Chandos also died, and then, in the year
lIoo, the noble Duke welded the ex-bar-
maid, and the chronicles tell US never
repented the bargain, for he wrote in his
VIII; u owe the greatest comfort | have
enjoyed in this life to my Duchess, Lydia
catherine" And furthermore, he ordered
that in death they should not be divided,
and that a marble monument should be
erected to her. This quaint romance is to
be found in book in the British Museum,
pound IN piece of red velvet left over from
the pail used on the coffin of the Duchess
From time to time since the nobility have
occasionally received Il recruit from behind
the bar, but not always one so deserving Of
promotion as the lovely Lydia Catherine.
Among Others at present are Lady Saver
make, whose record one needs to touch light
" on, and Lady Wyndham, who retired
from the bar to marry and make a sensa-
ton that lasted nine days, and furnished,
IN son, cause for law suits that make the
kingdom ring.
Neither of these titled women, however
came from the class of barmaids have al
luded to so far.
THE MUSIC HALL RARMAID
There are in.London $50 music halls The
largest holds 10000 people, the smallest not
as many hundred. These halls are frequent
ed by men OF all classes and women of but
two--the wives and daughters of mechanics
and workingmen who can only afford cheap
amusement, and the other and majority,
women whose character is not doubtful, it
is so plainly stamped on cheek and dress.
The entertainment is of the variety type
Coarse songs by young women in scant
skirts, clog dancing, 'iacrobatic perform
ances by American artists" MINISTRIES with
corked faces, who drop their his, and brass
bands Of women performers. All the time
smoking is going on and drink Is being
served by numerous barmaids, who have
been selected solely on account of their good
looks and are paid a percentage on every
bottle they sell
You can imagine the result. Pretty, even
handsome, as they are, but painted all alike,
red and white, until they look like marques,
leerlng, ogling, winking at men, in whom
they see only receptacles for liquor on which
they will get their per cent. The converse
ton is alarming, the atmosphere sickening,
and as you pass out of the broad doors you
may stumble over some miserable wreck
bones and ragS-over a woman, once there
inside, a pretty barmaid.
There is fortunately small class of bar
maids in London who have been introduced
into select" places of amusement in imita-
ton of those in the Eden Theatre in Paris.
j.,
but gorgeous silks and velvets, cut low, to
show white necks glistening with gold and
diamonds, and their hair elegantly dressed
and adorned with the Jewels and plumes of
the court lady. These maids" are not paid
wages, but have heavy profit on every
thing a man drinks, and with bottles of
champagne in their bare arms they fairly
pursue the patrons of the establishment.
THE PRETTY BARNARD AND A RICH BREWER.
To turn to something pleasanter, let me
relate two incidents concerning the ''profes-
sion" which came under my own notice, and
show what barmaid may be made to suffer
for being cover nice" and how even bar
maid can command respect from her 'bet-
ters." Clara Fisher was an exceedingly
pretty girl, with eyes as blue as corn
flowers, hair the color of ripe wheat and a
face as fresh as country breeze. She was
barmaid in a Yorkshire hotel, where hap
penad to be stopping for few days,
and, as usual in small hotels, acted
sometimes as waitress, which gave
me a chance to say a few words
to her now and then. One evening
as dinner was about to be served l heard a
scufae, some short ejacualtions and low
cry of pain in the hall. Opening the door
of the private dining -room | saw Clara try
ing to free herself from the grasp of tall,
powerful man, whose red face and sparkling
eye made him look like beast of prey. No
sooner did the door open than he turned on
his heel and strobe away. The girl was
shaking from head to foot, and as l took
her hand was Mortified to see on its plump
surface three deep, cruel gasheS, from which
the blood was running.
"That's what he did with his nails, mum,
because wouldn't let him kiss me and tried
to get my hand away she sobbed.
''Who is the MANI / asked.
''lt's Mr.. Horslap, the rich brewer, mum,
and the missus warned me not to offend him,
because he's a good customer. Now, I'll
have to 60"
| could scarcely believe it, but, sure
enough, that night the pretty Clara was
told that as she was so squeamish she could
find another place. This was the brewers
revenge.
A very remarkable barmaid died d few
weeks ago at Ely. She had held her place
in the railway refreshment room for several
years, and so upright was her character and
so ladylike her bearing that she made
friends even among the most prejudiced.
She taught in the Sunday school and sang
in the village choir, and when she was
buried her coffin was hidden in flowers and
over 800 pcople-a large number for the tiny
cathedral town of Ely-attended her funeral
There have been two attempts of late
years to introduce the barlnaid in New
York, both resulting in failures, and it is to
be hoped that succeeding attempts will fare
no better. The system means the degrade
ton of large class of women, for very
little observation convinces one that it
affords barely covered passage from hon
esty to infamy.